on: November 10, 2007
by: Bryan Hutchinson
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As a young boy I would frequently get lost. It was odd, because I would go far, far away and then in an instant I would be right back at home. I didn’t know how I did it, but I did and it was fascinating, it was wonderful and it was intoxicating to my little mind. Even at a very young age I had a mind for dreaming, my dreams weren’t about simple things or even things which were directly around me. I dreamed of flying. I could jump in the air and start flying—just like that, or I could jump onto my silver Pegasus and have him fly me wherever I wanted to go. And the places I would go were far, far away—to distant planets and words in other dimensions! I was Commander Mart—the savoir of worlds and hero to millions. I would fly places and help others […]
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on: November 5, 2007
by: Bryan Hutchinson
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When I was growing up I was a quiet, well behaved kid. I stayed out of trouble and I stayed out of the way. If you visited one of my classes in grade school you might not have even noticed I was there. I sat in the back of the class, quiet, unassuming and out of trouble. In school, aside from actual academic performance, the most trouble I got into was when my name was called and I wasn’t paying attention to hear it. That was about it—I wasn’t a ball of fire and energy who needed constant supervision. I didn’t break things and I didn’t talk back. Aside from bad grades and not doing my chores, I was the perfect child, the preferred child—a child who was complemented by other parents for being so quiet and well behaved. At some point in my youth, maybe I was ten or […]
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